Round Valley Trout Association to Stock More Shiners, & Small Brown Trout

Round Valley Reservoir's herring population vanished in the mid-1990's, possibly because all of the vegetation flooded, when the reservoir initially filled, had decomposed entirely, reducing fertility. To remedy the lack of food source for smaller and often thinner trout, Round Valley Trout Association began stocking shiners from Arkansas in the reservoir three years ago. 486,000 have been released.

More shiners come next year, and along with them, $500.00 worth of small brown trout, 11 to 12 inches long, are slated to be tagged and stocked in addition to trophy trout. This may allow RVTA further insight into trout growth rate, given the added forage availability.

If you fish Round Valley, my advice is to join RVTA. Membership dues cost less than a night at the bar and help keep the reservoir fishing productive. Especially, RVTA is a community among anglers.

Catches have come from shore steadily since I last fished on October 2nd. A neighbor of mine caught a 23-inch rainbow. A couple of RVTA people I know of have caught some rainbows; a 3 1/2-pound brown got weighed at Behr's Bait & Tackle, and Jim Stabile emailed me a jpg of four rainbows recently caught, 15-18 inches.

I look forward to getting out, possibly at the end of the month or early November. For certain, I want to fish at least once in January for lakers from shore with my son. 

Lake Hopatcong Report Knee Deep Walleye Contest

(That's my son with his four-and-a-half pounder.)

 

The Knee Deep Club held the annual fall walleye contest last weekend with 34 entrants, and I would have liked to compete if I could have got out. Not very many walleye made it to the scales, and no big ones, the largest at three-and-a-half pounds, along with a slightly smaller three-and-a-quarter. That's dismaying for fall on the lake, but in my experience, the best walleye fishing begins the third week in October.

Steve Slota and I feel very psyched to get out this coming weekend, and I can't wait to greet subfreezing temperatures Sunday morning before dawn, at least I hope it's that cold. That's what hybrids and walleye seem to want this time of year, all the better if clouds obscure sun with snow flurries suggesting things to come yet, namely ice fishing. With downright cold temperatures, maybe we'll get a big walleye even though it's not the same third weekend my son and I have fished annually for years.

Laurie Murphy at Dow's Boat Rentals also reports a lot of hybrid stripers being caught, these as large as eight pounds, always encouraging and something to look up to, since my biggest as yet is just over five. Perch, crappie, pickerel--these are getting caught also, but as has been the case for many weeks, no mention of largemouth bass, but lots of smallmouths.

A couple of years ago, that third week of October met my intentions with florid largemouth activity, though none of the bass big, and I wouldn't be surprised if Steve and I do catch one or two. While we fish sharp drop-offs for the big fish, we'll fish the shallow side of the anchored boat also.
         

Prismatic Steelheads: Choose the Color They Want

          The clear plastic float with red top marker vanished in a split second. I reared back, felt weight, and the drag began screeching, my 11 foot noodle rod in a shock-absorbing C-curve almost horizontal to the water. The steelhead approached the stretch’s tailout when it stopped and I began pumping, the rod’s light power with super-slow action absorbing thrusts against the five-pound test leader. The fish within netting range, I kept the rod at full bend low to the water, to my right side. Time and again the fish raced off a number of yards, but tired with each attempt and finally yielded.

          Noodle rodding with plastic beads is a most popular method for steelhead and the battles the best you may ever know. The salmon egg imitations that tempt strikes come in an array of colors, because the fish often show a preference for one over the other. Steelheads will respond to a specific color at a given time because their eye structure is so sensitive they are thought to see ultraviolet and infrared portions of the light spectrum. In other words, make no mistake; these fish are color sensitive. Load a clear plastic tote with beads of all colors and experiment as though you’re a chemist trying to get the right mix.

          A guideline you can follow takes light into account, since color is nothing without illumination and the name of the game more than pattern. Steelhead beads are usually 10 mm, with center holes, and though they resemble salmon eggs steelhead feed on, you’ll never find a green salmon egg in nature any more than you would a unicorn, and yet sometimes steelhead may prefer green. In bright sunlight on clear water, white, orange, apricot, peach, and red are good choices to start with. If the day is dark and water visibility limited, fluorescent red or fluorescent chartreuse may get snatched from the shadows. These hot colors spook steelheads in clear, bright conditions.

          A trick you can pull out of your bead kit is to contrast colors on a single bead. Dab on iridescent nail polish at home. You can’t find color contrasted beads on the market, at least none I know of. Contrast makes it easier for the eye to pick out color. Spawn sacs are typically color contrasted, perhaps not with this reason in mind, but a difference between the color of netting and eggs may mean a strike or not. Placing a single bead of contrasting color in a sac produces an “eye” effect that steelhead seem to like. We don’t expect these fish to think something’s looking to get away, only to see something that might trigger aggressive response.

          A consistent bite is the one relief from uncertainty, but so long as this isn’t happening, which is much of the time, you’re free to play with color. As painstaking as this effort can be, it’s better than standing in a river and feeling you’re there for nothing. Remember that available light and changing water visibility affect the absorption and reflection of light, which literally causes colors to change underwater. You don’t exactly fish what you see in your box, and if clouds ensue after sunshine, the fish don’t see the same color they did before, either.

          Believe it or not, the color of the float you use may make a difference. Those with mostly clear bodies are less obtrusive, color on the top helping you see it disappear, dip, or pause suspiciously. The color contrast against the bead may make the difference sometimes. Steelhead can see in a 300-degree arc, so they see the float and the bead in relationship.

          Make sure to use a float with soft plastic line sleeves at top and bottom; you can instantly adjust the float’s position on the line. Add a series of split shot to the line underneath, heaviest near the float to make it stand upright with just the buoyancy to stay afloat. Pinch smaller split shot in descending order with BB at bottom of the rig near a micro swivel. You’ve created the classic J presentation. The current pulls the lighter shot forward as the bead is swept out ahead. The idea is to hit the steelhead on the nose, so be chary about the depth you set that float.

          Also when rigging up, tying off the bead is critical. Using a toothpick to peg it in place inevitably allows slippage. It’s better to pass five-pound test fluorocarbon leader through the bead, loop back, and pass it through again. Now pass the tag end through the loop created and turn it six times like a clinch knot. Tighten into the bead and it will stay in place. Finish by tying the hook to the tag end with a clinch knot. You end up with 2 ½ inches of leader separating bead and a size 8 to 12 wide-gap, beak-style heavy steel egg hook.

          Look for current breaks where salmon eggs get funneled and then fall into pockets. Good water isn’t very hard to find, and until winter really sets in, is shallower than not. Steelhead fishing is usually a trying effort and may make you think no fish are present where you cast, though plenty fin just out of sight. Hours of effort yielding even just a few of these glorious fish are enough to fill the rest of your life with a desire to get back out and do it again.

Lake Hopatcong Turning Over & Catches Come

Joe and I were supposed to fish the lake today, but as often happens with Joe, plans change as if by the slightest whim of a breeze, and I'm left with no real idea of why. People who love to fish invest expectations before going out, but when plans get dashed, I just start looking for other options, and otherwise project long range: there's still hope Joe and I will ice fish. In the meantime, Noel has expressed interest in fishing Binsky bladebaits, so if we plan on a time, Joe will have to wait if he really wants to get out there, unless I still have a day very late in the month or early November. My son has so many days planned to take off from work--two of them for steelhead fishing--that our annual October outing won't be a go this year. I told him in May we'll have time after he gets off for about four hours before dark, trolling.

Laurie at Dow's Boat Rentals reports a lot of hybrids, smallmouths, some big pickerel, perch, crappies and a few walleye are getting caught. The lake is turning over and vertical jiggers are getting in the game. She mentioned chicken livers for hybrids, bait that became very popular last year, but although I once caught a striper in the Delaware on chicken liver intended for a channel cat, I will stay with live herring and Binsky bladebaits.

Noel caught 40 fish yesterday, mostly yellow perch, and said the water temperature ranged from 59 to 62. Fifty nine is pretty chilly this early, but we really got switched from summer to fall overnight with very chilly temperatures recently.

"The big perch aren't in yet," Noel says.

I'm happy Noel expressed some interest in Binsky jigging and hope we go. I've connected with a couple of hybrids that might have beaten my personal best at five pounds, one ounce, along with another at just about five, and look forward to boating one of the big ones I constantly get news of being caught. Fishing makes particular things in life--fish--of great value to pursue, and there's a whole lot more to the lake than I can say in a blog post. But I can tell you there really is more, even though I haven't caught a really big hybrid yet. 

Round Valley Reservoir Rainbows Headed to Shore

Today I imagined rainbows would come in, since temperatures never rose more than a degree or two above 50, with some wind and cold rain helping to stir the cooler temperatures into that warm reservoir, warm to the touch, in fact, though I never took the surface temperature with a thermometer. I can't believe it's still warmer than 70, though.

So I drove over after work, stopped at Behr's to find the bait shop closed early, drove into Lot 2, took some photos, and decided thereafter to drive to Flemington for mealworms. And then I came to the main launch area and baited up with small marshmallows to float the mealworms, anchored by 3/4-ounce steel slip sinkers. I fished two rods, instead of fiddling with a third in the rain.

Nothing happened, which proves nothing. I still imagine rainbows are coming in. While I sat in my car, I read an article by Matthew Copeland, "This land was your land Federal transfers rob the American people" in the Outdoor Writer's Association of America magazine Outdoors Unlimited.

51 of U.S. senators have voted for wide-scale divestment of public land, and not one has been voted out of office. Public land is, of course, essential to this country. Imagine having to pay to fish the South Branch Raritan or any other public waterway. It may seem extreme to imagine anything coming to the likes of that in America, but it could be worse; we could be shut out entirely from most of our waters, similarly as access is extremely tight in England. But don't think this is socialism that threatens us. It's the Corporate State and the corporate privatization fomented especially on the right. If you want to fish, protect your self-interest and the heart and soul of America. "This land is your land; this land is my land."

Sign a petition: www.sportsmensaccess.org

Knee Deep Lake Hopatcong King of the Lake Results

Once again, a lot of smallmouth bass caught in the most recent Knee Deep Club derby, King of the Lake, the largest at three pounds, four ounces, and a number of them near three pounds. Jack Dziduck emerged as the contest winner for the fourth consecutive year, so it may be interesting to hear if he can pull this off next year as well. At any rate, I find four consecutive wins astonishing.

The largest hybrid striper weighed seven pounds, 11 ounces; a four-pound, eight-ounce walleye got weighed in, and three crappies well over a pound weighed as much as one-pound, 10-ounces. Laurie Murphy from Dow's Boat Rentals also reports that some nice perch and bullheads made it to the scales.

Where have the largemouth bass been? I remember this lake from way back in my teens, when I constantly read The New Jersey Fisherman and viewed the water from afar, through the lens of the weekly fishing report, living in Mercer County. This lake with its intricate coves and weedy shorelines seemed like the largemouth lair of dreams, and there seems no doubt they predominated in considerable numbers over smallmouths. A member of Mercer County Bassmasters at the time, I heard some stories, and though I got to ice fish the lake once at age 17, I was ready for it when I began fishing summers and fall with my son in 2007. At first, we caught largemouths, some of them 3 1/2 pounds, and then we discovered smallmouths, plenty close to three and better, and since then, no more nice largemouths.

I'm looking forward to October, when we go for hybrids and walleye, but I had just been thinking, before I began this post, that I would like to spend a little time in mid-October casting a spinnerbait, hoping to hook some largemouths.  

Last Rites for Our Inflatable Boat

We intended this outing back in mid-August, found a dolly tire flat, and had to cancel, since it wouldn't inflate. After our Outer Banks vacation, I had slim time available, and made three stops to get the tire back on the rim after fixing the tube with a bike patch. The last stop in Warren nearby got it on the rim, but the tire went flat by the time I got home, so I purchased another dolly. In the photo above, Matt shows our Intex inflatable balanced on a 3 1/2 x 4-foot piece of plywood on the dolly underneath for support. We put a smaller plywood piece inside the craft, and the 70-pound marine battery on it, dead center. Then we put the electric outboard and all of our other stuff in, carefully balancing weight. 

The lake is about 400 yards distant from where the photo was taken. Getting the boat around the gate made us feel like pioneers from two centuries ago. We had to unload stuff and repoisition the dolly by scruffing around underneath a couple of times, but we got everything wheeled to the lake and the boat in the water.

And then I realized I left the complicated board attachment, the motor mount, for the electric at home. We had absolutely everything else, down to bug spray, but I've been busy and the mount slipped my mind. That's not an excuse, just what happened, and I vowed on the spot that it wouldn't next time. It's not that fishing from an inflatable difficult to wheel in is crazy; you just have to get things right and in order, and then it's doable like anything else, not to mention very comfortable, as previous outings have proven.

But another contingency is storage of the boat. If you purchase an inflatable, don't store it outdoors over the winter. I thought of this a week or two before we went out today, but I didn't think last summer of this issue of keeping it in a storage bin on the porch causing damage to the material. We had morning after morning of zero-degree temperatures, and this boat is some sort of vinyl or whatever. It has no holes, really, but folded neatly in the bin, it was creased, of course. You can just imagine what those temperatures must have done, and as I mentioned, I did imagine this before today. We floated--using paddles and doing fine with them for three hours--but when we beached well into dusk, we had lost about 50 percent of the air.

So a little twist of fate. Good thing I forgot the mount, because with the battery on the smaller piece of plywood and the motor on the rear, loss of air would have been a problem.

With the paddles, we got hundreds of yards out there and clear across the lake. I got a strong pick up from a bass on my weightless Chompers rigged Texas style for the weeds, allowed to drift slowly down among them as deep as 25 feet. Power Pro braid doesn't stretch, but I still missed that hit. We drifted across the lake by the strong breeze, and I jigged a Kastmaster about 30 feet deep, while Matt cast his. A salmon or trout hit my Kastmaster so delicately it felt as if I fished a streamer, a jib jab, jibber jab, and setting the hook proved nothing. A smallish Kastmaster is about as close as you can get to suggesting an alewife herring, abundant in the lake.

We fished more weeds. Both of us had bass pick up our Chompers, swim aside, but escape the hook. Just one of those days when you can't say you're skunked, because contact with fish on the line doesn't stink, but you feel the losses nevertheless.

We never saw the trace of a cloud. Classic cold front conditions don't intimidate us. As a habit, we fish confidently, but we might have seen some salmon bust herring had the water been calm, and thus have felt a little stronger. That breeze finally convinced me to switch to a jig so I could better control line. But no hits came, so just the same, the Chompers remained the winner.